"Beasts makes them sound dangerous," Rey points out, intrigued because it's interesting and less because her distraction technique might have actually worked. "Were the just... loose, everywhere?"
"They were. They'd built a compound of sorts, to keep them out- it was the world of the dinosaurs, and we were intruding. They quite disagreed with that."
As much as that sounds very dangerous and probably quite scary, there's still something about it that makes Rey just a little sorry she didn't get to see these dinosaurs.
He nods, rubs his mouth a little again in an obvious nervous gesture- there's still tension in his body.
"Plenty of people were hurt. Furiosa threw herself in front of one of the animals to save me, even though we didn't know each other in the dream. I had to do some very inventive things to keep her from bleeding out."
Immediately Rey feels angry at herself for the question, because the last thing she'd wanted to do was make Tommy think of even more things he'd rather not. She's making this worse, doesn't know how to make it better, and that means her immediate impulse is to run away from it.
What is Tommy to her, anyway? Not a lover, maybe a friend, and she can't even say they know nothing about each other anymore when he's told her about Grace, his family, his childhood. When he knows about her abandonment, about her abilities, about her loneliness. Even when she's trying to tell herself there's nothing there she can't and that makes it worse, in a way.
She can't run from what's already started, not when he's put his trust in her. It makes her uncomfortable, but there's nothing she can do about it except try to find a way to make it hurt less. Add to that the fact that she'd given him the chance to walk away and he had said no so plainly...
"I haven't met Furiosa," she says, a little stiffly, trying to draw the conversation away from danger and death. She's so bad a this it's impossible to hide it, but she's trying. For him. "Tell me about her?"
The breach is distant by now: it's been months, and those memories fade easily. He doesn't mind the question, but he can't say he minds the change of topic, either.
But he does notice it. That she's changing it because of him, for him. And he isn't quite sure whether it's a kindness or pity he doesn't need.
"You'd like her," he says, finally, looking up and conjuring up a smile. "She's the toughest woman I have ever met- and I've met some. She's from a dead world, but she didn't lose her heart there. She fights, and she drives trucks that aren't even possible in my world yet."
Honestly, she's one of the best friends he's ever had. There's no one like her anywhere, he's sure of it.
The smile is enough to make fighting through everything she's feeling worth it, just the knowledge that they've gotten to any place where he can do that makes fumbling through this worth it. She's able to relax a little, and by the time he's finished speaking she's just back to listening to him closely the way she does every time he tells her something new.
And... it's funny, the way she hears each thing about Furiosa and can find the same thing in herself. Tough, from a dead world, a fighter, sort of a pilot. She can kind of see now why Tommy would like her if those are the points of Furiosa that stick out in his mind enough that they're how he describes her.
"Remind me to show you Jakku in the Enclosure," she says, smiling a little herself. "I wonder if it's like her world."
"You haven't been here for that long," he points out, finally relaxing enough to dig out a new cigarette- and holding the pack out when he does, offering her one.
With the drink he had offered her before, it had been entirely obvious what it was, what it was for, once she realized it was alcoholic. It was familiar, and this is entirely the opposite of that. She'd never seen anyone smoke before Tommy, and it hadn't ever really been something she had thought of as a habit he would share until now.
They've been in open spaces every time he's done it so the smell has never bothered her and she is curious, just a little, what all the fuss is about, so she reaches out to take one of the cigarettes before she admits-
He looks up, still surprised when people say that- it's just that everyone smokes, back home. His little brother has tried it, and then adults here tell him they never have, before.
It's odd, is all. But he doesn't mind teaching her, even if he's been told it's a bad, very bad habit. "Everyone smokes where I'm from. It's mostly tobacco in there." Though god knows he doesn't know all of it. He doesn't really care. He strikes a match and holds it to the end of her cigarette.
"Now you inhale, and you try to pull the smoke into your lungs. You might cough- that's fine."
"You know, where I'm from breathing in smoke is usually a bad thing."
And yet she's still leaning in to meet him halfway when he lights the cigarette, lips closing around the end of it and breathing in lightly-
But the smoke doesn't even get all the way into her mouth before she's frowning and blowing it out and looking incredibly put out. She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand and shoots him a look that can only be described as wounded. What a horrible trick to pull on someone, Thomas.
He-- can't help himself. He isn't helping himself, but that look makes him snort, makes him reach out and take the cigarette from her, looking amused all the while. She just looks so offended, like he'd given her a trick cigarette.
Her lips press together in a thin, tight line, but it's only because she's dangerously close to smiling. She feels so much lighter now, and even though her mouth tastes like something died in it she's actually starting to feel hopeful again.
"Do you only allow one try to be good at something in the time you come from, too?" She asks, holding her hand out to demand the cigarette back.
She doesn't really want it back, but now she has something to prove.
"Hmm. We're 'ard like that, we are." She may be dangerously close, but he isn't holding back now: he leans forward and hands her the cigarette back, smiling.
She's not sure if he's calling her bluff or if he's just being polite, but either way she takes the cigarette back. Their fingers brush and their eyes meet, but he's smiling and she loses the fight to hide her own smile. It's not much, just a small sign of her quiet happiness in this silly, simple moment.
She's never had any of them before, not like this, and this is a first with Tommy that will count, unlike what happened during the breach. This is something she can hold onto, look at in the future and just be happy about.
But she can't stall for long, so she just goes for it, tries again and gets a little farther this time before the smoke chokes her and she coughs it out, eyes watering as she fights to keep from shooting him another look of blame.
He still gets the urge to call her my love, to reach out and comfort her, but it's in the background now. He can just look at her and see a woman he could be friends with, someone who is strong but not too proud to look uncomfortable while smoking.
"Never said it was easy either, did I?" You have to work hard for your terrible addictions, Rey.
Alright, now she shoots him a glare. It has barely any heat behind it, though, because she's also trying wipe her eyes with her empty hand and not let the cigarette burn the one still holding it.
That and she just isn't as put out by her failure as she would be if it was something she actually wanted to learn to be good at.
"I think I liked learning to ride horses better," she says, voice a little scratchy from the smoke and coughing.
"Well, the past isn't all it's cracked up to be, is it?" He shoots her a small, crooked grin- the kind that makes it look like he doesn't very often gets to smile like this at all. He holds out his hand for the cigarette, if she won't try again.
With a sigh she accepts her defeat, hands the cigarette back to him without really feeling at all torn up about it. She'll just stick with the occasional drink with him and accept she can't be immediately good at everything she tries.
There's actually something a little comforting in that, really. The smile doesn't hurt, either, and her eyes go a little softer as she returns it.
"I'll just have to impress you the next time you throw something new that I've never seen my way and I manage it with flying colors."
He sticks the cigarette into a corner of his mouth, grinning around it as he inhales, slowly-- and keeps the smoke in his lungs, and then breathes it out in an almost elegant stream.
"You're confident, aren't you? I'll have to think of something that doesn't have to do with technology, then."
She watches him do it, only vaguely aware of the fact that she just had that in her mouth and now it's in his, but even as impressive as he makes it look Rey isn't too terribly put out that she'll never be able to do that.
Her mouth tastes terrible now, so she digs into the satchel at her hip and pulls out a canister of water to try to wash some of that taste out.
"Probably no feats of strength, either, if you're looking for something challenging."
She smiles a little as she shakes her head, too pleased at getting a laugh from him to think about the fact that learning to play most games requires someone to teach you and she had never had that.
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Date: 2016-03-29 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-29 09:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-03-30 07:18 pm (UTC)"Was anyone hurt?"
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Date: 2016-03-30 09:26 pm (UTC)"Plenty of people were hurt. Furiosa threw herself in front of one of the animals to save me, even though we didn't know each other in the dream. I had to do some very inventive things to keep her from bleeding out."
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Date: 2016-03-30 09:57 pm (UTC)What is Tommy to her, anyway? Not a lover, maybe a friend, and she can't even say they know nothing about each other anymore when he's told her about Grace, his family, his childhood. When he knows about her abandonment, about her abilities, about her loneliness. Even when she's trying to tell herself there's nothing there she can't and that makes it worse, in a way.
She can't run from what's already started, not when he's put his trust in her. It makes her uncomfortable, but there's nothing she can do about it except try to find a way to make it hurt less. Add to that the fact that she'd given him the chance to walk away and he had said no so plainly...
"I haven't met Furiosa," she says, a little stiffly, trying to draw the conversation away from danger and death. She's so bad a this it's impossible to hide it, but she's trying. For him. "Tell me about her?"
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Date: 2016-03-31 07:43 am (UTC)But he does notice it. That she's changing it because of him, for him. And he isn't quite sure whether it's a kindness or pity he doesn't need.
"You'd like her," he says, finally, looking up and conjuring up a smile. "She's the toughest woman I have ever met- and I've met some. She's from a dead world, but she didn't lose her heart there. She fights, and she drives trucks that aren't even possible in my world yet."
Honestly, she's one of the best friends he's ever had. There's no one like her anywhere, he's sure of it.
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Date: 2016-03-31 05:27 pm (UTC)And... it's funny, the way she hears each thing about Furiosa and can find the same thing in herself. Tough, from a dead world, a fighter, sort of a pilot. She can kind of see now why Tommy would like her if those are the points of Furiosa that stick out in his mind enough that they're how he describes her.
"Remind me to show you Jakku in the Enclosure," she says, smiling a little herself. "I wonder if it's like her world."
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Date: 2016-03-31 06:44 pm (UTC)"If it's dry, and hot, and everyone fuckin' hates each other- then yes, it is." He twitches a little smile.
"It's where my inmate is from, too. And Max."
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Date: 2016-03-31 07:06 pm (UTC)She does not miss it.
"I'm starting to realize there are a lot of people on this ship I haven't met yet."
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Date: 2016-04-01 05:58 am (UTC)"You'll get there."
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Date: 2016-04-01 06:34 am (UTC)They've been in open spaces every time he's done it so the smell has never bothered her and she is curious, just a little, what all the fuss is about, so she reaches out to take one of the cigarettes before she admits-
"I'd never seen these, before you."
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Date: 2016-04-01 06:41 am (UTC)It's odd, is all. But he doesn't mind teaching her, even if he's been told it's a bad, very bad habit. "Everyone smokes where I'm from. It's mostly tobacco in there." Though god knows he doesn't know all of it. He doesn't really care. He strikes a match and holds it to the end of her cigarette.
"Now you inhale, and you try to pull the smoke into your lungs. You might cough- that's fine."
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Date: 2016-04-01 06:50 am (UTC)And yet she's still leaning in to meet him halfway when he lights the cigarette, lips closing around the end of it and breathing in lightly-
But the smoke doesn't even get all the way into her mouth before she's frowning and blowing it out and looking incredibly put out. She wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand and shoots him a look that can only be described as wounded. What a horrible trick to pull on someone, Thomas.
"This tastes horrible," she says flatly.
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Date: 2016-04-01 06:54 am (UTC)"I never said it tasted good, Rey."
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Date: 2016-04-01 06:58 am (UTC)"Do you only allow one try to be good at something in the time you come from, too?" She asks, holding her hand out to demand the cigarette back.
She doesn't really want it back, but now she has something to prove.
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Date: 2016-04-01 07:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-01 07:28 am (UTC)She's never had any of them before, not like this, and this is a first with Tommy that will count, unlike what happened during the breach. This is something she can hold onto, look at in the future and just be happy about.
But she can't stall for long, so she just goes for it, tries again and gets a little farther this time before the smoke chokes her and she coughs it out, eyes watering as she fights to keep from shooting him another look of blame.
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Date: 2016-04-01 07:40 am (UTC)"Never said it was easy either, did I?" You have to work hard for your terrible addictions, Rey.
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Date: 2016-04-01 07:45 am (UTC)That and she just isn't as put out by her failure as she would be if it was something she actually wanted to learn to be good at.
"I think I liked learning to ride horses better," she says, voice a little scratchy from the smoke and coughing.
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Date: 2016-04-01 08:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-04-01 08:53 am (UTC)There's actually something a little comforting in that, really. The smile doesn't hurt, either, and her eyes go a little softer as she returns it.
"I'll just have to impress you the next time you throw something new that I've never seen my way and I manage it with flying colors."
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Date: 2016-04-01 09:17 am (UTC)"You're confident, aren't you? I'll have to think of something that doesn't have to do with technology, then."
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Date: 2016-04-01 09:28 am (UTC)Her mouth tastes terrible now, so she digs into the satchel at her hip and pulls out a canister of water to try to wash some of that taste out.
"Probably no feats of strength, either, if you're looking for something challenging."
She could bench press him, she's sure of it.
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Date: 2016-04-01 09:37 am (UTC)"Alright, clear enough. D'you play cards?"
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Date: 2016-04-01 09:40 am (UTC)"No, but I can learn to."
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